[Lyric] RIP Mac Miller (Tommy Ls)

(Mac Miller interview snippet)
I just wanna make music that moves people
And I want my albums to be heard
Rather than just a sentence out of the book
I think this is the beginning of something so just
Just listen


Verse 1 (Luke Woods)
You wanna be the sky’s flowers or a tire skirt?
Debate on leaving my mark or being a firework
Every option is crucial I gotta chose
But never stopping is usual, I use a never lose card
Everybody thinking they’re hard, but not really
Claiming that they’ll pop but never could pop a wheelie
I’m in graduation mode, I’m hanging up my diploma
I’m dope like Hova you more like dope like homer
I got some hope in a coma I got some heat in my folder
I’m more like dope, like novacane I came and it’s over now
Get the room high doing it for a sober crowd
Got these old heads just looking over they’re shoulders now
You tried to write? I’m on the only thing left
I feel like an outlier and I’m tryna watch my step
I try to take a hit, man and people at my necks
Or say that they can’t stomach me I hope that it’s in jest
It’s the, young immaculate
Going till the masculine feel pussy but abstinent
I always have my assonant bars
Rub it in your face I do it cause I’m past the shit
All you do is smell it but I always have my back to it
Actually, I’m out of harms way I always pack alarms
Just so I don’t have to yawn when I’m playing half the songs that I’m hearing
Got two shoulders one for devils one for spirits
But you’ll never meet a motherfucker that is real as, me
(Mac Miller interview snippet)
You gotta go through everything emotionally man
I don’t think there’s uh
That’s my whole thing is, as far as from a creative space
I just hope to like be able to tackle ever emotion throughout my career

Verse 2 (Tommy Ls)
Me and Luke in the lab like some chemists
Until I see a milli, until I reach Venice
White girls call me by my rap name like Tommy where you been at?
Bitch I’m independent, ha?
You know T, I’m bumping ODB
I got this Wu-Tang on me while I blow this tree
Yeah I spit it till you love it, till you notice me
I’m the modern day Cole with this poetry
Boy your punches Peter Pan cause I bet they never land
And if you think you can, get hooked by the mans and damn
You act realer, ain’t really a gat peeler
You nothing but a waste of these bars, a track filler
You just another waste of cigars, a yak spiller
I’m lighting up a J for days that we had Dilla
I’m breaking down the Buddha my shooters and pack killer
Thank God that I do this, this musics for Mac Miller aye
But they can’t feel us
And we bumping Macadelic when we talk about our feelings
And I’m listening to Swimming tryna get a better image
Then they see me on stage and they think that I’m the illest and realest but
I ain’t tryna be that, I’m just tryna be me
I ain’t tryna be blind, I’m just trying to see
I’m just tryna be free before it all
Yeah
Before it’s all gone
(Mac Miller interview snippet)
I don’t know for me, I was just like a kid making music
I’m just chilling and just kinda focusing on what’s important in my life
And actually giving a fuck about what’s important in my life
I think I put that off for so long